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fall like motherfackin snow 

U know we stay fly , like a 747,
i tell a bitch get up, by like 7:47,
i be hustlin in a week , like 7 outta 7,
how many

This a 550I know you could tell by how it drive
Probably got thirty tickets I wasn't stopping at no lights
I was searching for happiness trying to make

you don't really wanna piss em off
Gucci and Louis and Prada
Fakin' ass boy

If you want it I got it
And it don't make sense boy
Need some Raf

He Ain't Gotta Know

Bow Wow

Face Off [CD/DVD]

2007

is just give the boy a chance ma
To lay you down I'll have you screaming like a fan ma
And yea the plan is not to treat you like a hoe
But, yo man

sure you tell em run it back
They tryna steal ya sauce that you started making from scratch
Niggas wishing hell on you, cause energy's hard to match
They

F**k Swag

Rittz

The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant

2013

of the Dodge
Out the garage
And my homies riding with me and the battery charged
I talk about the clientele and tell 'em they won't be off
I'm off Atlanta

Smoke
Farts
I could break a
Lit bitch heart
Big seafood plates
Ima shark
VV's say cheese
Ina dark
Too on me
I don't fix cars
Fuckin twins
I could tell em

the finish line
Niggas rhyme gotta get a dime, fiddle with some lines
And they hate on the boy, tryna be my demise
Look alive, niggas finna die, tell it by

Man, I ain't playin with you niggas

Boy I play fr fr, there ain't no scrimmage games (on God)
cnd OG's call me trouble like that s**** my middle

Ain't for the weak shit, coddling they trying to get acknowledgment
Tell em knowledge and logic don't need that involvement
If the road too bumpy hop out

Just in, uh.. 1:27 pm
In the booth with um.. Monstar boy
Long live Virgil Abloh
Amen

Gucci and Prada
Designer shoes
Dolce and Gabana baby
Cause I

bitches in my backseats
Me and my cousin going to sign em before the long
I just be getting it
Let me know what type of energy you on
So I can double it
It

they sweeter than a Hi-C
Mad bitches wanna wife me
Told em all unlikely
If the feds indite me
Tell me baby would you write me?
Like a note sang by Mariah

It's impressive
They let me perfect it, then came and collected
Now they tryna tell me stay calm and collective
Raised by the gangstas, you better

real, so raw
My bloodline is down by law
My pedigree is so Zone Three
So Zone One, so Zone Four
In other words fuckboy I ain't no ho
Nigga, I'm known

crime nigga
Make you wannna put the 9 to Uncle Sam 
And tell em' gimme mine
Aye put the money in the bag 
By Gucci, Louis, or MCM 
Post a flick on Twitter

mental health
I hold some shit, I’ll never tell
Just tell that bitch I’m antisocial, ‘cause I’m better by myself (real niggas wassup?)
Nah he ain’t just do

Yuh real Rx
Yuh tOJU on the beat

You got take 'em out since you brung 'em in
Under pressure he gon' fold like a bitch
Me and brody really roll with

just wanna kick back
Bun couple zoot have a rum on the rocks and sip that
Dead tings calling I hit that
You battle me that's a miss match
I can tell by

the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your

nigga just thinkin' bout how I'm gonna solve em'
I count up my money, I count by the dolla
You messin' wit me you gon' need you a doctor
My boy in

Prada, Gucci attire watch who's behind ya! Squalie

[Juelz]
Yo we livin' the life of
Loca-vida, coke and cheever
Drive-by blow smoke on the policia

myself
nigga, what?

Push the button, send that boy straight to hell
Drippin flawless water, just like a well
This real drank, you can tell by the smell

more operations, huh (ah)
Tana Talk 4, I'm handin' out raw
You in the slammer by law, I never abandon my boy
They askin' am I street? My track record